deltrittennovels Chapter 143 A wise man doesn't hold grudges against a petty person.
Chapter 143 A wise man doesn't hold grudges against a petty person.
Early in the morning, the air was still damp, and the old street was shrouded in a thin mist.
"Squeak—"
Chen Feng changed into a clean gray short-sleeved shirt and opened the somewhat heavy wooden door of "Human Fireworks".
It seemed like it had rained last night; the bluestone pavement in front of the door was wet, and it made a "plop" sound when you stepped on it.
The air was filled with the earthy smell of soil, but the tranquility of the past was gone. Instead, there was a pungent chemical smell from a mixture of cheap paint and high-end building materials.
Xingruo, with her hair tied in a neat ponytail and a notebook in her hand, followed Chen Feng out of the store.
She looked up at the street, her eyebrows furrowed instantly, and her steps slowed down.
"Master...look outside."
On both sides of the narrow alley of the old street, the old shops that used to sell groceries and ramen have now had their old wooden doors, which used to be somewhat mottled, removed and replaced with cold tempered glass walls and alloy frames with the protective film still on.
The metallic silver-gray gleamed dazzlingly in the morning mist, like a row of cold iron fences tightly surrounding the "human world" in the center.
Several construction workers in work clothes were hurriedly hanging uniform modern chain store signs on the door frame, stepping on an A-frame ladder. Wires and plastic sheeting were scattered all over the ground.
"That madman Su Ang really hasn't given up. His movements are ridiculously fast."
Su Chen, who followed behind, was still a bit groggy from just waking up, but when he saw the extremely familiar chain restaurant signs of the Su Group all over the street, his face instantly darkened, and he clenched his fists tightly.
"Master, are we really going to the wholesale market in the suburbs to buy more goods today?"
Xingruo hugged the notebook to her chest somewhat awkwardly, her almond-shaped eyes filled with fear and anxiety.
"How about we call Boss Zhao of the constant temperature cold storage again and ask him to continue delivering the black pork?"
Yesterday, Zhou Heizi and his gang of local bullies drove everyone at the suburban market into a frenzy. If we go there ourselves today, do you think those small-time vendors will still dare to sell us anything?
Chen Feng slammed the car door shut with a dull thud.
He stood in the slightly chilly morning breeze, his face calm and undisturbed.
He slightly raised his hand and gently patted Xingruo's tense shoulder twice to comfort her.
"When doing business, you have to follow the rules."
Chen Feng's voice was calm.
"When Mingzi was arranging the goods yesterday, he already helped us break the deadlock."
Logically, if we contacted Boss Zhao again, he would supply us with goods, but I don't like being treated that way by others.
Moreover, if we, as business owners, relied on top-quality ingredients every day, the cost of buying and selling would cause us to lose money.
Since Master and Mingzi warned Su Ang yesterday afternoon, he certainly wouldn't dare to use underhanded tactics to block our ingredients again.
"We just need to go."
Chen Feng stepped into the passenger seat and coldly glanced through the windshield at the modern shops on both sides that were working overtime through the night.
"Su Ang dared not resort to these methods again."
Then there's nothing left to be afraid of.
"If I open a shop on this street, my skills can't possibly be inferior to his so-called capital tactics. Get on the truck, get the goods."
"Yes, Master!!" Xingruo was invigorated by Chen Feng's confident words and hurriedly opened the car door and climbed into the back seat.
The black sedan wobbled and swerved, crushing plastic sheets and electrical wires scattered on the ground, and sped off towards the suburban wholesale market.
At 6:15 a.m., in the suburban wholesale market, at the water station and meat stall area.
Although it was still early, the noise from under the greenhouse had already shaken the dust off the roof.
"Sizzle—"
The black sedan came to a smooth stop in the unloading area.
Holding Mengmeng's hand, Chen Feng took the lead and stepped across a pool of sewage stained with blood.
Su Chen and Xing Ruo each carried two woven bags, their faces tense as they followed behind.
As soon as the four people showed their faces, the large stall area, which had been as noisy as a pot of porridge, became eerily quiet.
Dozens of stall owners, shirtless and chopping meat with boning knives in hand, all stopped what they were doing.
A multitude of gazes, filled with shock, awe, and even awe, converged on Chen Feng, who was wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt, from all directions.
"My goodness... Is this really Mr. Chen, the owner of that 'down-to-earth' place on the old street?!"
"Keep your voice down! Are you out of your mind?! Yesterday afternoon, I heard that several of the Su Group's multi-billion dollar projects in Beijing were forcibly smashed because of one phone call from Boss Chen!!"
"Young Master Su Ang personally issued the ban, but in the afternoon he didn't dare utter a single word and lifted all the restrictions... The powerful figures behind Boss Chen must be able to turn the entire southern part of the city upside down..."
Whispers, extremely secretive yet filled with fear, drifted down the wall.
How could these small vendors and local bullies under the shed know anything about the head chef of the state banquet hall?
All they knew was that yesterday afternoon, the Su Group, which usually held absolute power in the south of the city, suffered a hidden loss.
Su Ang's most ruthless third brother called the market management office and all the stall owners overnight, saying only one sentence: "Tomorrow, when 'Human Fireworks' goes to buy goods, if anyone dares to give even a tael or two less scallions, Boss Su will take their life."
"Oh my god!! Boss Chen!! Boss Chen, you've finally arrived!!"
Before Chen Feng could even reach the meat stall, Boss Wang, who hadn't even given Chen Feng a second glance yesterday morning, scrambled out from behind the wooden counter, which was over a meter high, like a fat rat whose bottom had been scalded.
He didn't even have time to wipe the blood off his hands on his apron. His face was plastered with a fawning, restrained smile like a lapdog. He desperately tried to snatch the woven bag from Xingruo's hands, his hoarse voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Boss Chen! Look at this big white pork belly that I just brought over from the north this morning!"
This condition, this oil pattern—I've been keeping it in a constant temperature box for you!
Which piece do you fancy today? Just say the word, and I'll personally chop it up for you and deliver it to your car. I wouldn't dare make a single penny off you!
Not only Wang Darou, but also several other vendors, such as Old Zhang who sells scallions and Aunt Li who sells ginger, were blushing and awkwardly stuffing baskets of freshly picked scallions at Chen Feng's feet, their words full of flattery and lingering fear of their actions yesterday.
"Boss Chen, we had no choice yesterday, the pressure from above was too much... Please forgive us, these green peppers I'm selling today are definitely the first batch..."